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Slapping or not, to reach that situation first, wouldn't Haruki need to kiss Kyonko back first?

In the original novel, Kyon had no idea what Haruhi did, but surely she wasn't kissing back.

Spoiler:

Her black eyes resisted me. I ignored Haruhi's protests and kissed her on the lips. It's more polite to close your eyes at times like this, so I closed mine. And so, I didn't know what expression Haruhi had. Were her eyes open from the shock? Or did she close her eyes as well? Or did she try to raise her hand and slap me? But even if she did slap me it didn't matter, since I was betting everything on this. If anyone else did this to Haruhi, they would know how I felt then. I grabbed her hand and held on tightly, not wanting to let go yet.

In this version, will Haruki kiss back AND trespass to the point Kyonko would consider slapping him?

If yes, I'd say the scene could take the reverse of the original above, Haruki wouldn't know what expression Kyonko took, if her eyes were closed, or if she rose her hand to slap him. The scene ends before anything else happens.

Well this is Haruki is a Hormone driven teenag Male. It doesn't seem that unreasonable that Haruki would be faster on the draw regarding this manner than Haruhi.

Kyonko reaches up to Haruki's shoulders and pulls him down for a kiss.
Kyonko is all I can't believe I'm doing this.
Haruki goes for total liplock
Kyonko: Eeehhhh?!?!
He keeps going.
Kyonko OMGWTFBBQRAPE!!!
Kyonko ...
Kyonko Actually, this feels kinda nice.
Kyonko Eh, why not?

While still kissing, she takes her free hand and starts undoing her shirt. Then, just before anything gets exposed (I'm thinking in terms of the anime here, not sure how to translate it into writing) the closed space disintegrates. I picture millions of viewers staring at their TV screens in utter disbelief, cursing KyoAni or whoever picks this up.

I think this would be better

Kyonko: (Internal:This is my last shot)
Kyonko:I was totally moe for you when you were ______
Haruki:Huh? What nonsense are you spouting?
Kyonko yanks Haruki down by his shoulder and tie, stands on her tip toes, and kisses him.
Kyonko:... (eyes closed)
Haruki:!!!...
Haruki places his hand behind Kyonko's head, and wraps his arm firmly around her back pressing her tightly to his chest, and starts Frenching.
Kyonko: (Eyes sharply open)!!! Mmmmmph! (Internal:Ack! Is that his tongue?)...mmmmm...(Internal:...kinda nice) (Closes eyes).
Kyonko: (Internal:I'm falling. Is Haruki trying to pin me to the ground?)
Thud
Kyokno's eyes widen, and she finds her self on the floor of her room, clutching her pillow to her face. It's covered in Saliva at the level of her mouth.
Kyonko: ...what was that? This would make even Freud laugh!

What do you think?

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Originally Posted by Onizuka-GTO

I think the more depart from the way kyon-kun kiss haruhi, the more it doesn't sound so good.
:/

Male kyon never did anything like a slap to haruhi.

so i think female kyon shouldn't either.

Kyon isn't a physical tsundere, he never resorts to something like a slap, to haruhi to get his point across.

It's just not in Kyon character.

No matter if kyons a female or male, i think it's best that we stay true to his character.

I really think it might be appropriate in the sighs of Haruhi suzumiya body of work. Kyon apparently was really considering slugging Harui because of her abuse of Mikuru, but was probably restrained by indoctrinated chivalry that men get (Don't hit girls!). So the Idea that Kyon as a man is visibly making a fist, tensing up, considering hitting girl carries far more weight than for a girl to merely consider doing the same to a guy.

For that one scene to make sense, I think that Kyonko would have to slap Haruki. I just don't see Haruki as getting mellow as he did even if he knew that Kyonko was trying to keep herself in check.

Kyonko: (Internal:This is my last shot)
Kyonko:I was totally moe for you when you were ______
Haruki:Huh? What nonsense are you spouting?
Kyonko yanks Haruki down by his shoulder and tie, stands on her tip toes, and kisses him.
Kyonko:... (eyes closed)
Haruki:!!!...
Haruki places his hand behind Kyonko's head, and wraps his arm firmly around her back pressing her tightly to his chest, and starts Frenching.
Kyonko: (Eyes sharply open)!!! Mmmmmph! (Internal:Ack! Is that his tongue?)...mmmmm...(Internal:...kinda nice) (Closes eyes).
Kyonko: (Internal:I'm falling. Is Haruki trying to pin me to the ground?)
Thud
Kyokno's eyes widen, and she finds her self on the floor of her room, clutching her pillow to her face. It's covered in Saliva at the level of her mouth.
Kyonko: ...what was that? This would make even Freud laugh!

Minus the moe thing, that sounds about right. I don't think Kyon-chan's gonna be saying stuff about moe.

I say it'll be Haruki complimenting Kyon-chan on her ponytail the next morning, followed then by the tsuntsun/derdere act.

I really think it might be appropriate in the sighs of Haruhi suzumiya body of work. Kyon apparently was really considering slugging Harui because of her abuse of Mikuru, but was probably restrained by indoctrinated chivalry that men get (Don't hit girls!). So the Idea that Kyon as a man is visibly making a fist, tensing up, considering hitting girl carries far more weight than for a girl to merely consider doing the same to a guy.

For that one scene to make sense, I think that Kyonko would have to slap Haruki. I just don't see Haruki as getting mellow as he did even if he knew that Kyonko was trying to keep herself in check.

The scene in question tells that Kyon was going to slug Haruhi, but Itsuki and Mikuru held him back.

Spoiler for scene in question:

"Well, since we have the opportunity, let's do the filming in this room!"
Without any rest, filming began at once starting with the following.
Koizumi carried Asahina-san, who pretended to be asleep, into the room. For some reason, even the futon was prepared. Koizumi slowly laid Asahina-san down and watched her face intently.
Asahina-san's face was flushed bright red as her eyelids trembled incessantly. Carefully and slowly Koizumi placed a blanket over a defenseless Asahina-san, then sat by her side crossing his arms.
"Um..." Asahina-san murmured in her sleep, Koizumi began to smile as he watched her the whole time.
Nagato, who probably didn't need to appear, was sitting behind me and Tsuruya-san and was still sipping her juice with a straw. Through the viewing panel, I slowly enlarged the image of Asahina-san's sleeping face. As Haruhi didn't make any directions, I was free to indulge in my own fantasies for now. Though Haruhi constantly gave commands to the two actors out there.
"Mikuru-chan, get up slowly, and slowly recite what I just told you."
"...Um."
Asahina-san gradually opened her eyes, and looked at Koizumi with eyes that seemed oddly warm.
"You've awakened?" Koizumi said.
"Yes... Where am I...?"
"This is my house."
Struggling to move her upper body, Asahina-san's face looked conspicuously hot as her gaze wandered around the air. She looked notably seductive; was that part of her acting?
"Th... Thank you..."
Haruhi quickly ordered,
"Yes, that's it! Put your faces closer to each other! Mikuru-chan, close your eyes. Koizumi-kun, place your hands on Mikuru-chan's shoulders. It's fine, just push her down and kiss her!"
Asahina-san had her mouth half-open looking perplexed, while Koizumi followed Haruhi's instructions and placed his hands on Asahina-san's shoulders. My patience was already at its limit,
"Hold it! The plot's way too simplified. Why must we have this scene? What on earth is this?"
"A scene where boy meets girl! A romantic scene! This scene is necessary for a movie about time-travel."
Are you an idiot? Do you think this is some prime time two-hour drama shown every week? You too, Koizumi, why are you working so hard for? If this scene ever gets shown, your shoe locker will be filled with hundreds of letters cursing you the next day, use your brain for a bit.
"Hee hee, Mikuru-chan's acting... funny…" It's not funny at all… I had wanted to say, but something was definitely wrong with Asahina-san. She's been looking so dreamy ever since the filming had begun. Her eyes looked teary, while her cheeks were red, and she didn't even resist when Koizumi grabbed her by the shoulders. It wasn't funny at all.
"Umm... Koizumi-kun, my head feels heavy..."
Asahina-san mumbled and trembled at the same time. I began to suspect whether she'd been drugged. I naturally turned my gaze to her empty glass, and found Tsuruya-san giggling and said,
"Sorry about that. I added a bit of Tequila into Mikuru's juice. I was told that a bit of alcohol enhances the realism in acting."
So this was Haruhi's plan all along? I was beyond stunned, and was close to going ballistic. How could you sneak such a thing into her drink?
"Does it really matter? Mikuru-chan looks really sexy right now. This makes things even more exciting." Haruhi said.
This no longer has anything to do with anyone's acting. Asahina-san was already shaking to and fro and looking dizzy. Her face was bright red under her closed eyes. Of course it was good that she looked sexy, but I didn't like the sight of her leaning onto Koizumi like that.
"Koizumi-kun, don't worry, just go ahead and kiss her. On the lips, of course!"
You can't do that! How could you do this to someone that's semi-conscious?
"KOIZUMI STOP!"
Koizumi went into deep thought, thinking whether to listen to the director or cameraman. I'm seriously going to beat you up, you bastard! At any rate, I put down the camera, since I refuse to shoot this scene, and I won't be forced into doing it either.
"Director, this burden is too heavy for me. Besides, Asahina-san seems to have reached her limit."
"...I'm fine."
Asahina-san said, but she didn't look fine at all.
"Really, you're hopeless."
Haruhi scowled and walked towards the drunken girl,
"Huh? You're still wearing that contact lens? You should take it off for now!"
She smacked the back of Asahina-san's head hardly.
"O... OUCH!" Asahina-san shook her head and yelled.
"Mikuru-chan, this won't do! When your head gets smacked, you should let your contact lens fly out at once. Let's practice again." Smack!
"It hurts!" Smack!
"...KYAA!" Asahina-san shut her eyes tightly.
"STOP IT, YOU IDIOT!" I quickly grabbed Haruhi's hand and stopped her. "What kind of practice is this? This isn't a circus! What's so fun about this?"
"What now? Don't try to stop me. I planned this long ago!"
"Nobody planned this with you! It isn't funny! This is ridiculous! Asahina-san isn't your toy!"
"Well I've decided, Mikuru-chan is my toy!" After hearing this, I could feel blood charging up to my brain, I even thought my vision was going red. I was infuriated, suddenly my impulse overrode my reasoning, and I made a subconscious reflex reaction.
Someone grabbed my wrist. I noticed Koizumi had closed his eyes and was slowly shaking his head. When I saw Koizumi holding my hand, I realized I had clutched my right fist and was about to strike at Haruhi. "What the...?"
Haruhi's eyes flashed brightly like a constellation of stars as she stared coldly at me,
"If you have a problem, then say it! All you need to do is just follow my orders anyway! I'm the commander and director... In any case, I won't allow you to stand up against me!"
My eyes went red again. You stupid girl! Koizumi let go of me! I don't care if it's an animal or a person, but anyone who won't learn deserves to be taught a lesson, even if it means using my fists. Otherwise she'll continue to repel people as though she has spikes on her back, hurting everyone for her whole life.
"No... stop."
Asahina-san quickly ran over, and said, nearly incomprehensibly,
"You can't! You mustn't fight..."
Standing between me and Haruhi, Asahina-san slumped to the ground with her face all red. She grabbed Haruhi's knees and said,
"Um... Please get along well with each other... or... we'll be..."
Asahina-san said ambiguously, then slouched wearily to the ground closing her eyes, and then snored quietly as she fell asleep.

The big question is how to translate that into a gender-reversed version...
Would Kyonko try to hit Haruki in the family jewels?
A fist to the face?
How much of a b*stard can we make him?

After class, Haruki didn't disappear instantly from the classroom as usual. This time, he picked me up off the ground as though I weighed nothing, and proceeded to carry me (kicking and yelling) through the corridors, up the stairs, and all the way to just in front of the door leading to the rooftop.

This is not what I meant when I said I wanted to be swept off my feet by a handsome prince. I don’t even want to think about what the rest of the class must have thought...

The door here is usually locked, and the staircase above the fourth floor seems to have been used as a storage room by the Art Club. Giant canvases, near broken picture frames, statues of war gods with missing noses and such are all piled up in this little staircase, making what is supposed to be a narrow space even narrower.

What's the point in bringing me to a place like this? Is he going to make me his bride? I’m not an alien! Put me down!

He did.

"Help me out."

...Haruki said with both his hands on my shoulders, looking straight into my eyes. This feels like a confession.

Great, now I’m blushing.

"Help with what?"

"Help me make my new club!"

"Why do I have to help you make a new club? Tell me that, first!"

"I'll go find members and a room, so you go get the chartering paperwork."

He wasn't even listening to me!

I managed to untangle myself from Haruki's grip. "What exactly is this club going to be about?"

"Doesn't matter. The important thing is to make the club first!"

I really don't think the school's gonna let you make a club with no clear goals in mind, Haruki.

"Understood? Find out what you have to do before school's out, and I'll find us a room before that! OK?"

No!

...except that if I had said that, I got the feeling that I'd he'd have done something horrible to me. While I was hesitating on the best way to phrase a complete and outright refusal, Haruki had already run off down the stairs, leaving a very disorientated schoolgirl standing alone at the top of a dusty stairwell.

"...I didn't say yes or no yet..."

Sigh. No point telling my woes to a plaster statue. I could only drag my heavy feet back towards the classroom, trying to work out how to explain all this to my curious classmates.

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Requirements for the creation of an 'association':

Five or more members. A sponsor teacher, a club name, a designated chairperson, and a summery of projected club goals and activities. Approval from the School Council Executive Committee. Adherence to the School Policy of creativity and vivaciousness. Based on the association's records and results, the Executive Committee reserves the right to promote the association into a 'Research Society'. Associations do not get school funding.

I didn't really have to go out and look for the requirements because they were all listed at the back of the student handbook.

The membership requirements would be easy to take care of; we could probably just grab anybody to make up the numbers. And it probably wouldn't be much harder to get a teacher to sponsor us. The name merely had to be inoffensive... and the chairperson? No doubt it'd be Haruki himself.

I was willing to bet, however, that our club activities were probably not going to adhere to school policy.

Well, that's what I told him. But Suzumiya Haruki is the kind of person who only hears what he wants to hear.

-----

As the bell rang to signify the end of class, Haruki demonstrated his horrific, ogre-like strength as he simply grabbed me, threw me over his shoulder and took off. It was all I could do to grab my bag before we zoomed away.

"Where the hell are we going!?" I asked, because that's what any normal person would do. And I was panicking at my second kidnapping in a day.

"The clubroom!" was Haruki's curt response, as he bowled over a few slow-moving students before sinking back into silence. Put me down, you idiot! Your hands are dangerously close to a place that will get you slapped!

We crossed the passages between buildings and descended the stairs to the first floor, before heading to a different building and hurtling up another staircase. Haruki stopped in the middle of a dimly-lit hallway, and finally set me down.

There was a door in front of us. Literature Club, the crooked nametag above the door announced.

"Here it is!"

Without even knocking, Haruki opened the door and barged into the room without even a hint of consideration for anybody. Reluctantly, I followed him inside.

The room was surprisingly large, maybe because the only things inside were a long table, cold metal chairs, and a few steel bookshelves. Tiny cracks on the ceiling and walls told the tale of the decrepit state of the building.

And seated in one of the metal chairs, as though he were just another piece of furniture, sat a skinny male student reading a thick hardcover novel.

"This room is now our clubroom!" announced Haruki in a dignified fashion, crossing his arms across his chest. His face was shining with that fiery, energetic smile. If only he'd show that smile in class, I mused.

"Hang on a second." I said. "Where is this place?"

"We're in the Cultural and Arts club building! You know how the Art Club and the Orchestra get their own art and music rooms? Well, clubs that don't get special rooms like that hold all their meetings here, in this building. It's called the Old Complex. And this particular room happens to belong to the Literature Club!"

Did he spend a period memorizing all of that?

"Then, what about the Literature Club?"

Haruki waved a hand dismissively. "After all the third-years graduated in spring, the club had zero members. If nobody had joined this year, the club would've been cancelled."

What about the guy in the corner?

"Well, as it is, he's their only new member. He's a first-year, like us."

"Well, then, the club hasn't been cancelled!"

"Close enough, right? A club with only a single member is the same as one with none, you know?"

You... idiot! We're going to just take over other people's clubrooms now?

I glanced at the Literature Club's newest member. He had short hair and glasses, and hadn't looked up once. Apart from his fingers moving merely to turn a page of his novel, he hadn't moved at all, and was completely ignoring our presence. Another strange one...

"What about him?" I whispered sideways to Haruki.

"He said he's fine with it."

"For real?"

"I asked him during lunch. I told him I needed him to lend us the room, and he said go ahead, so long as he can read his books in here in peace. Guess he's a bit of a weirdo, huh?"

You're one to talk, Haruki. I took another look at our oddball Literature Club member.

His skin was pale, his face expressionless. Robot finger movements. Thick, square glasses glared sharply in the sunlight, concealing his eyes; it made me want to take them off to see what he looked like. He was almost like some sort of living doll.

As if he had noticed my observations, he suddenly lifted his head and adjusted his glasses slightly. Dark-colored eyes stared at me from beneath those thick lenses; his face revealed no expression at all. He was almost entirely unlike Haruki - his face defaulted to a poker face.

It was a little scary, actually.

"Nagato Yuuki."

His tone suggested that most people would forget his name within three seconds of hearing it. He stared at me for a moment, then, as if losing interest, turned back to his book.

"Say, Nagato-kun." I said, hesitantly. "Haruki here wants to use your room for an I -have-no-idea-what Club. Is that really alright with you?"

"Yes."

His eyes never left his book once.

"It might be troublesome for you."

"No matter."

"You might even get chased out of here, or something..."

"Feel free."

Quick responses were good, but there was no sense of feeling in any of them. I guess he really didn't care either way, so long as he had his books.

"Right, then, it's decided!" Haruki interjected. He sounded really hyper; it gave me a bad feeling. How much caffeine have you had today, Haruki?

"We'll meet in this room after school everyday from now on. Be sure to come! Or else~!"

He said this with a smile as dazzling as the crescent moon. Reluctantly, I nodded my head.

I really didn't want to know what twisted schemes he had in store for me if I didn't show up.

/EDIT I still feel that it needs to be Haruki who compromises something for Kyon. A single compliment doesn't, imho, have the same weight.

Also, you'll note that Kyon doesn't hit Haruhi, and that Haruhi doesn't even notice that Kyon wanted to (merely that Kyon had a problem with her). I think that might be important.

@Crow, the difference from Haruki and Haruki is that in the level of brute stubborn brutality, Haruki's GAR has attributed to a huge increase of difference. We can make Haruki beyond what it means to be a bastard, he will be so full of GAR, that he will take any hits and the cry about them later, but still pretend to stand firm for at least 10 seconds. I say full blown GAR-BEAMU. Blasting away all obstacles!

Minus the moe thing, that sounds about right. I don't think Kyon-chan's gonna be saying stuff about moe.

I say it'll be Haruki complimenting Kyon-chan on her ponytail the next morning, followed then by the tsuntsun/derdere act.

Fixed

Spoiler for edited:

Kyonko: (Internal:This is my last shot)
Kyonko:You know you looked real nice when you had your hair pulled back, it was criminal.
Haruki:Huh? What nonsense are you spouting?
Kyonko yanks Haruki down by his shoulder and tie, stands on her tip toes, and kisses him.
Kyonko:... (eyes closed)
Haruki:!!!...
Haruki places his hand behind Kyonko's head, and wraps his arm firmly around her back pressing her tightly to his chest, and starts Frenching.
Kyonko: (Eyes sharply open)!!! Mmmmmph! (Internal:Ack! Is that his tongue?)...mmmmm...(Internal:...kinda nice) (Closes eyes).
Kyonko: (Internal:I'm falling. Is Haruki trying to pin me to the ground?)
Thud
Kyokno's eyes widen, and she finds her self on the floor of her room, clutching her pillow to her face. It's covered in Saliva at the level of her mouth.
Kyonko: ...what was that? This would make even Freud laugh!

Quote:

Originally Posted by CrowKenobi

The scene in question tells that Kyon was going to slug Haruhi, but Itsuki and Mikuru held him back.

Spoiler for scene in question:

"Well, since we have the opportunity, let's do the filming in this room!"
Without any rest, filming began at once starting with the following.
Koizumi carried Asahina-san, who pretended to be asleep, into the room. For some reason, even the futon was prepared. Koizumi slowly laid Asahina-san down and watched her face intently.
Asahina-san's face was flushed bright red as her eyelids trembled incessantly. Carefully and slowly Koizumi placed a blanket over a defenseless Asahina-san, then sat by her side crossing his arms.
"Um..." Asahina-san murmured in her sleep, Koizumi began to smile as he watched her the whole time.
Nagato, who probably didn't need to appear, was sitting behind me and Tsuruya-san and was still sipping her juice with a straw. Through the viewing panel, I slowly enlarged the image of Asahina-san's sleeping face. As Haruhi didn't make any directions, I was free to indulge in my own fantasies for now. Though Haruhi constantly gave commands to the two actors out there.
"Mikuru-chan, get up slowly, and slowly recite what I just told you."
"...Um."
Asahina-san gradually opened her eyes, and looked at Koizumi with eyes that seemed oddly warm.
"You've awakened?" Koizumi said.
"Yes... Where am I...?"
"This is my house."
Struggling to move her upper body, Asahina-san's face looked conspicuously hot as her gaze wandered around the air. She looked notably seductive; was that part of her acting?
"Th... Thank you..."
Haruhi quickly ordered,
"Yes, that's it! Put your faces closer to each other! Mikuru-chan, close your eyes. Koizumi-kun, place your hands on Mikuru-chan's shoulders. It's fine, just push her down and kiss her!"
Asahina-san had her mouth half-open looking perplexed, while Koizumi followed Haruhi's instructions and placed his hands on Asahina-san's shoulders. My patience was already at its limit,
"Hold it! The plot's way too simplified. Why must we have this scene? What on earth is this?"
"A scene where boy meets girl! A romantic scene! This scene is necessary for a movie about time-travel."
Are you an idiot? Do you think this is some prime time two-hour drama shown every week? You too, Koizumi, why are you working so hard for? If this scene ever gets shown, your shoe locker will be filled with hundreds of letters cursing you the next day, use your brain for a bit.
"Hee hee, Mikuru-chan's acting... funny…" It's not funny at all… I had wanted to say, but something was definitely wrong with Asahina-san. She's been looking so dreamy ever since the filming had begun. Her eyes looked teary, while her cheeks were red, and she didn't even resist when Koizumi grabbed her by the shoulders. It wasn't funny at all.
"Umm... Koizumi-kun, my head feels heavy..."
Asahina-san mumbled and trembled at the same time. I began to suspect whether she'd been drugged. I naturally turned my gaze to her empty glass, and found Tsuruya-san giggling and said,
"Sorry about that. I added a bit of Tequila into Mikuru's juice. I was told that a bit of alcohol enhances the realism in acting."
So this was Haruhi's plan all along? I was beyond stunned, and was close to going ballistic. How could you sneak such a thing into her drink?
"Does it really matter? Mikuru-chan looks really sexy right now. This makes things even more exciting." Haruhi said.
This no longer has anything to do with anyone's acting. Asahina-san was already shaking to and fro and looking dizzy. Her face was bright red under her closed eyes. Of course it was good that she looked sexy, but I didn't like the sight of her leaning onto Koizumi like that.
"Koizumi-kun, don't worry, just go ahead and kiss her. On the lips, of course!"
You can't do that! How could you do this to someone that's semi-conscious?
"KOIZUMI STOP!"
Koizumi went into deep thought, thinking whether to listen to the director or cameraman. I'm seriously going to beat you up, you bastard! At any rate, I put down the camera, since I refuse to shoot this scene, and I won't be forced into doing it either.
"Director, this burden is too heavy for me. Besides, Asahina-san seems to have reached her limit."
"...I'm fine."
Asahina-san said, but she didn't look fine at all.
"Really, you're hopeless."
Haruhi scowled and walked towards the drunken girl,
"Huh? You're still wearing that contact lens? You should take it off for now!"
She smacked the back of Asahina-san's head hardly.
"O... OUCH!" Asahina-san shook her head and yelled.
"Mikuru-chan, this won't do! When your head gets smacked, you should let your contact lens fly out at once. Let's practice again." Smack!
"It hurts!" Smack!
"...KYAA!" Asahina-san shut her eyes tightly.
"STOP IT, YOU IDIOT!" I quickly grabbed Haruhi's hand and stopped her. "What kind of practice is this? This isn't a circus! What's so fun about this?"
"What now? Don't try to stop me. I planned this long ago!"
"Nobody planned this with you! It isn't funny! This is ridiculous! Asahina-san isn't your toy!"
"Well I've decided, Mikuru-chan is my toy!" After hearing this, I could feel blood charging up to my brain, I even thought my vision was going red. I was infuriated, suddenly my impulse overrode my reasoning, and I made a subconscious reflex reaction.
Someone grabbed my wrist. I noticed Koizumi had closed his eyes and was slowly shaking his head. When I saw Koizumi holding my hand, I realized I had clutched my right fist and was about to strike at Haruhi. "What the...?"
Haruhi's eyes flashed brightly like a constellation of stars as she stared coldly at me,
"If you have a problem, then say it! All you need to do is just follow my orders anyway! I'm the commander and director... In any case, I won't allow you to stand up against me!"
My eyes went red again. You stupid girl! Koizumi let go of me! I don't care if it's an animal or a person, but anyone who won't learn deserves to be taught a lesson, even if it means using my fists. Otherwise she'll continue to repel people as though she has spikes on her back, hurting everyone for her whole life.
"No... stop."
Asahina-san quickly ran over, and said, nearly incomprehensibly,
"You can't! You mustn't fight..."
Standing between me and Haruhi, Asahina-san slumped to the ground with her face all red. She grabbed Haruhi's knees and said,
"Um... Please get along well with each other... or... we'll be..."
Asahina-san said ambiguously, then slouched wearily to the ground closing her eyes, and then snored quietly as she fell asleep.

The big question is how to translate that into a gender-reversed version...
Would Kyonko try to hit Haruki in the family jewels?
A fist to the face?
How much of a b*stard can we make him?

Crap. I didn't realize that Kyon actually tried to slug Haruhi. He's a pretty ballsy dude. (Itsuki is a pretty fast dude, it's probably one of his jobs assigned to him by the agency to prevent these kinds of things)

Anyway, this just proves that Kyonko has to connect when she punches him so we can maintain the same level of his melancholy later on. I personally wouldn't go for family jewels, but a good old slug to the side of the head works fine. That way Haruki could maintain at least some dignity.

I'd imagine they'd get into a verbal confrontation after Haruki got punched.

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Originally Posted by ClockWorkAngel

@Crow, the difference from Haruki and Haruki is that in the level of brute stubborn brutality, Haruki's GAR has attributed to a huge increase of difference. We can make Haruki beyond what it means to be a bastard, he will be so full of GAR, that he will take any hits and the cry about them later, but still pretend to stand firm for at least 10 seconds. I say full blown GAR-BEAMU. Blasting away all obstacles!

Yeah, that seems about right. Haruhi didn't get depressed over the incident until later. Haruki could get stabbed in the face, and he wouldn't scream until nobody was around.

Kyonko: (Internal:This is my last shot)
Kyonko:You know you looked real nice when you had your hair pulled back, it was criminal.
Haruki:Huh? What nonsense are you spouting?
Kyonko yanks Haruki down by his shoulder and tie, stands on her tip toes, and kisses him.
Kyonko:... (eyes closed)
Haruki:!!!...
Haruki places his hand behind Kyonko's head, and wraps his arm firmly around her back pressing her tightly to his chest, and starts Frenching.
Kyonko: (Eyes sharply open)!!! Mmmmmph! (Internal:Ack! Is that his tongue?)...mmmmm...(Internal:...kinda nice) (Closes eyes).
Kyonko: (Internal:I'm falling. Is Haruki trying to pin me to the ground?)
Thud
Kyokno's eyes widen, and she finds her self on the floor of her room, clutching her pillow to her face. It's covered in Saliva at the level of her mouth.
Kyonko: ...what was that? This would make even Freud laugh!

Crap. I didn't realize that Kyon actually tried to slug Haruhi. He's a pretty ballsy dude. (Itsuki is a pretty fast dude, it's probably one of his jobs assigned to him by the agency to prevent these kinds of things)

Anyway, this just proves that Kyonko has to connect when she punches him so we can maintain the same level of his melancholy later on. I personally wouldn't go for family jewels, but a good old slug to the side of the head works fine. That way Haruki could maintain at least some dignity.

I'd imagine they'd get into a verbal confrontation after Haruki got punched.
Yeah, that seems about right. Haruhi didn't get depressed over the incident until later. Haruki could get stabbed in the face, and he wouldn't scream until nobody was around.

How about a punch to the gut? There's also kicking shins and slapping him in the face. I could probably come up with more... not that I've ever done that before, of course. >.> <.<

Oh yea, pinching, scratching and punching the arm...

edit: if anyone's interested I do have a scene from a doujin where Kyon actually does 'hit' Haruhi (<==this is sorta related, I think.)

Allow me to present you a submission for novel 4, chapter 5 illustration.

Spoiler for Nice Boat.:

@beanbrew: A Ryou version will look very different. I am still in process of deciding how it'll look.. beside, how would I know if novel 4's "alternate normal" Asakura's a male or not if the fanfic writers haven't gone crackin' on it yet? :P

Have I earned myself a cookie~?

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Are you using Paint or Photoshop? I know Paint takes the dpi and tries to retain it, so it takes one color per cluster and colors that dot like that, so it loses quality.

Since I don't have photoshop and my computer apparnetly doesn't like Gimp, I usually use Paint for the main editing (it's okay though; the only dowside is really that it's slow when you have to do everything pixel-by-pixel). However, I never change the contrast, save or resize the pic there, since like you said, it loses quality. I use different softwares for all of those things, and not all of them are exactly meant for image editing. It takes ages, but copying it around like that is the only way to make it look good

It usually turns out okay, but apparently not on this computer. I hadn't even thought about changing the contrast yet, and then that happened. I was using the same softwares as before, too

Oh, and It's cool to see some genderbending animations. Since I know how time-consuming it can be (I've made a short animation as an assignment, and even with a bad quality it took ages), I never really thought people would start animating this. It's great, though. I hope there'll be more.

Personally, I think a simple slap would be fine. I think what matters to Haruki isn't that she hits him, but that she wanted to hit him.

I'll have some edits tomorrow, too tired today...

Actually I think it is. For a guy to think a girl tried to hit him isn't the same thing as a guy trying to hit a girl. It's not very logical, but I don't think any of this will sink in if Kyonko tries to hit him, but gets stopped by Itsiko.

I think a lot of the shock of that scene is less that it's a guy trying to hit a girl, and more that it's KYON trying to hit HARUHI.

I kinda doubt it. Even Haruhi would at least somewhat under stand the social conduct surrounding men not being supposed to hit girls, and that in retrospection that she must have seriously pissed off Kyon for him to try it.

That element won't exist with Kyoko trying to hit Haruki, so I can't see him getting as worked up about it. I mean, the last thing a guy usually has to put on his list of absolute most dangerious things that can happen to you is if a Girl decided to beat him up. I imagine even Haruhi wouldn't completely shrug of the factor that Kyon wanted to slug her at that moment.

Besides, Kyonko gets super raged at Haruki all the time. He's not going to be very observant over a 75% difference in her particular rage this time. There needs to be some kind of physical action so our ever headstrong and oblivious chief can notice that "hmmmm, she really Is upset, and I doubt Kyonko fuming and making fists is gonna do that.